you’d think with all this swarming around, there would be a buzz.
there is not. there is just the same song on repeat.
you should listen to it.
it’s funny.
read it.
it says all the things i have had asked of me this week.
of what i have asked myself.
mused over on an aeroplane.
laughed quietly to myself when i could not cry.
i couldn’t write it all down fast enough.
i can’t have tried harder anywhere.
at the end, there is just me.
probably smoking. definitely demanding tea.
this week of conversation. so much conversation.
so many questions. and now.
now i must live with the answer rather than the question.
at least i have the answer.
someone asked me if i was okay.
i replied that i just have to be.
there is no choice beyond answer.
to pine or oaken.
to grow or grind.
to dance or to sit down.
to be in the sunshine or stay in the dark.
there is only hardening, growing, dancing and shading my eyes from the glare.
i must dance. even though i feel like i have two left feet and no music.
orchid – anm
Me, and my helmet such an unconventional kid
All intense and kinetic, at best tolerated from afar
Not yet arrested, and by that I mean betrothed
though a start I am newly courted
I’ve just not been trusted with altars
I’m a sweet piece of work, well intentioned yet disturbed
wrongly labeled and underfed, treated like a rose as an orchid
My friends, as they weigh in, get understandably protective
They have a hard time being objective
So inside we cancel each other out
I’m a sweet piece of work, well intentioned and unloved
unlabeled and misunderstood, treated like a rose as an orchid
You’ve brought water to me, making sure my bloom rebounds
you know best of what my special care allows
So I’ve lived in my blind spot
thought myself usual when I’m not
and your garden is a nice spot
as long as it is brave and where you are
For this sweet piece of work, high maintenance and deserted
I’ve been different and deserving, treated like a rose as an orchid
Sweet piece of work, overwhelmed, unobserved
I’ve been bowed down to but so misread
treated like a rose as an orchid